An older song that was originally inspired by Prefab Sprout's "Goodbye Lucille #1 (aka 'Johnny Johnny')" but has morphed into it's current state that's more akin sonically to Suicide and/or The House of Love.
lyrics
The linen was white as snow
It was opening night for my one man show
The man from LIFE is here
Just pretend you’re working, my dear
We have fifty million red-blooded readers
And every week, they’re screaming ‘feed us’
You’re this week’s dream so give us that serious frown
You would let fifty million dreamers down
Do you know what your problem is
You have no respect for fame
No one tells me how to drive
You’re sitting next to a household name
People like me we have our own code
When we’re flying down Fireplace Road
I think I see Jesus and he’s standing near the rails
And when I hit the gas I’m buying the hammer and the nails
I had to take your innocence with me
Number 32, 1950
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